New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-06-01
from the Atlanta Constitution.


beyond the gently undulatlng surface
! OF the cotton fields rose, gaunt and
grim, the dark line of swamp that Law
along the river. Ten thousand dew
drops sparkled on the grass, so that
the face OF the earth seemed but a
dim reflection OF the arch OF the glow
ing heavens.
"Who gwine to be de leader?'
"Chally; let Chally be de leader
cried chorus of voices; and Charley,
mounting the sloping semicircle OF
corn and Selling a large ear for his
baton, would begin:
O, dey's one ting 'er po'man
Seldom evan do,
Frow out de ole con
TO put in de new.
All 'roun' de con pile,
Hoe Jolly no!
All round de con pile,
Hoe Jolly no.
This was the signal for beginning,
and the duskyforms seated themselves,
knelt in a convenient attitude, and
the cleaning ears flew thick and fast
through the air:
.! big Joe, little Joe, you bettah go;
Jennie bake 'er hoecake slow, too slow,
All rOun Qe CO II pile,
Hoejolly no!
All 'roun de con pile,
Hoe jolly no!
And the entire crowd Joined in the
refrain that, bursting out upon the
cool night air,was waited on the winds
and echoed and re-echoed from the riv-
er swamp to the pine-covered ridge.
The rustling of the husks and the spir-
tied patter of the clean ears as they
fell in the open space in front was like
the soft tripping Of fairy feet as an &C
compartment to the merry music, up
and down the levelled walk, keeping
time with the music.
BY and by there was short cessa-
ton, and the old brown jug was pass
ed from mouth to mouth around the
circle. 1t contained the fiery spirit of
the corn. and as each lusty laborer
gulped his dram he smacked his lips,
and, with a "Thank'e zee, boss" resumed
his labors. Then the drum-major
struck up a new tune:
From Sat'd'y night 'twell Sunday
De gals is in my min,'
But err Monday mo min light am seen,
DE wife man got me agwine.
0! git erlong down de road,
0! git erlong down de road,
Come, git erlong down de road,
My love,
Come, git erlong down de road.
While I lives in de country
My gal lives in de town;
Sometime have a notion. love,
To jump in de river an drown.
0! git erlong down de road,
0! git erlong down de road,
Come, git erlons down de road,
My love,
Come git erlong down de road.
Higher and higher mounted the stars,
and brighter glowed the frosted silver
band OF the milky way, as it hung sus-
pended midway the blue black vault
OF the far away heavens. And still
the work, if one might class it as work,
went on. Charley changed his song,
and alter he had sung each stanza,
with the aid of a few voices, the crowd
would join in the refrain, and it sound
ed as if one voice, so true was the har-
mony and natural unison.
Jay bird died wild the whoopin' cough,
Sparrer died wild de collie,
Long come er frog wild a fiddle on lis back
Then came the refrain:
Q, can't git erlong wild er hog eye.
Can't git erong wild err hog eye
Can't git erlong wild er hog eye gal,
An can't git erlong wild er hog eye.
Called Miss Sue to de ball las night
Sot 'er down to suppah,
She tainted n ovah de table fell
An stuck 'er nose in de buttah
Can git erlong wild err hog eye,
Can't git erlong wild err hog eye,
Cant git erlong wild er hog eye gal,
An | can't git e1Iong wild er hog eye.
Sent TO- de doctah to fotch er to,
An he WAS sunp'in latah.
She stuck er turkey bone m err eye,
IN got choke to deaf on er tatah.
Can git er ing wild er hog eye,
Cant git erlong wild er hog eye,
| Can't get erlong wild err hog eye gal,
An | can't git err long wild err hog eye.
AS the hill grew smaller the exertions
were redoubled. Boys too small to
shuck corn were busted with baskets
carrying the shucks to the tall rail
pens. and many were the wrestling
| matches they would have among the
yielding shucks as they trampled them
ldown in the pens. The master of the
house, and generally the ladies and
some of the neighboring planters,
| would assemble at little distance
| and enjoy the corn shucking and the
wild songs quite as much as the ne
groes. At length the pile would grow
SO small that the aborers would strike
up their supper song:
o. forty weight er ohnny cake,
An fifty weight er cheese.
! An er big pot er hominy,
n er ittlh pot er pease.
Q. Jenny, amt 20 ash cake done. my
deah?